Musical Mayhem


Is it weird that it hurts a little to listen to his music? Before, there was always that comforting reassurance that Bowie was somewhere. He was in some city, somewhere beneath the same stars. I suppose music is the way he would want to be honored. I almost know for certain. He’s still somewhere beneath the stars, his voice still singing every time his music is played. How fitting. How celestial. How so like Bowie. 

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